Frat Fap – The Strap – Part 4
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Excerpt from Frat Fap – The Strap – Part 4
Five, six, seven pumps left my body while I savored the climax and felt the tingling ecstasy flow up my spine and down again, around my exposed asshole and through to where my cock twitched and throbbed. I released it from my slippery grip, my fingers coated in semen. My penis bobbed in the air in time with the last of my orgasm, my bright red tip well worked to the limit waving inches ahead of me above the warm soup made by nine cocks.
I was granted a moment to compose myself before Dixon broke through the quiet “come on then bro, put them on, let’s go for a run!” he announced excitedly.
I was reluctant, of course. Even though I had been determined from the start to embody the arrogant confidence of Ricky now that my cock had been spent I felt differently about it. You know how it is when you’ve shot your load all over your chest, you suddenly wonder why you’re laying there covered in cum and whether it was worth it.
I eyed the mess, the straps rising from the semen soup, thinking maybe I could just back out and retreat. It wasn’t an option. I thought of Ricky again and the words of disappointment his brothers had written and I knew I wanted that for myself, I wanted to be in the records as being like him, shameless, unbowed and defiant.
My hands reached down and I grabbed the strap at each exposed edge, lifting them. Cum poured from the cotton, dripping down over my feet and the bucket. The jock strap was heavy with the semen we’d all produced.
Was it wicked of me to swing the jock around? Perhaps, but the yelps and screeches from the other nine guys in the basement as I flicked the sodden jock strap around over my head and sent splashes of semen slinging in all directions still makes me chuckle today.
Dixon rushed in to grab me by the waist and end my gross assault on the gathered guys, threatening to pull me down to the floor. His thick muscular arm pinned my sloppy cock against my body and he lifted me up, my legs down between his thighs and his own stubborn erection wedged against me. I struggled and submitted “Okay! okay!” I relented “let’s get this over with!”
He released his strong grip while the other guys continued yelping like they’d been splashed with acid, rubbing their arms or wiping their faces with their t-shirts. I slid down his wide body to meet the wet floor again and he fully released me.
I quickly opened up the drenched jock and reached down, stepping one foot in, feeling the cold cum meet my skin. The other foot followed.
It was like ripping off a band-aid, I needed to do it quickly.
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